pic by me |
This one comes from my teen years and can be called sentimental or sappy, either works and I don’t mind.
My heart has been stolen by numerous furries over my life, starting with my Nanny’s cat…kitten or stupid depending on who was calling her. Yeah, she never really had a solid name. But she was Nanny’s kitten.
Of course, my first cat…hubby’s and mine…had to be the same colouring tabby. Much different personality…catonality? Psycho knew what and who she wanted/liked and made no bones on letting you know. She helped me through an emotional/nervous breakdown…hey, having social anxiety (phobia as it was called 20 years ago) doesn’t mean you’re insane 😉
This week I’ve heard of a few friends who are going through some heartaches and worries with their own furries. One friend’s taken to fostering a new mama kitty.
So, from my teen years here we go:
our psycho |
grown psycho |
What is Poetry Starts?
…poems and prose from now back to teen years
…remembering a first writing love
…pumping the creative well yet again
…silencing the internal critic